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Posted on June 30, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Rabbits Lurk In Evening Murk By L. W. LOWER BREDBO, Friday. We have knocked off snowing and started raining. Gloom sets in on the hills, mist creeps into the Bredbo pub, and afar the trees droop. Rabbits lurk in their burrows, and stark lie the valleys. Brush up the town. I am coming back. So [...]
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Posted on June 30, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Man From Snowy A Rum Chap By L. W. LOWER JINDABYNE, Thursday. It was a proud moment for the Daily Telegraph Polar expedition when it bought all the eggs in Jindabyne. The whole six of them. The hens had staged a stand-up strike. The butcher here is a butcheress, and wields a classy cleaver. A [...]
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Posted on June 30, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
A Far Cry From Home, Minus Handkerchief By L. W. LOWER JINDABYNE, Wednesday. Damn all Test matches. I strolled down to the Jindabyne pub last night to listen to the test match. All was bright and gay within. Without, bleakness had set in in large frozen chunks. The time came when I had to return [...]
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Posted on June 30, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Bushranger Country Describes It Exactly By L. W. LOWER ADAMINABY, Tuesday. I am in the bushranger belt, I am informed. The longer I sojourn in our country districts the more gullible I become. I am convinced now that the only reason why the man from the bush bought the sundial from the Sydney Botanic Gardens [...]
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Posted on February 19, 2010 by Pidgeoncoop
Grimm Tale of Man IN Snowy River By L. W. LOWER JINDABYNE, Monday. I, myself, personally, alone, and unaided, have crossed the Snowy River on foot in my downy underpants. This, so far as I know, has never been done before. As for me, it will not be done again within living memory. Asked by an [...]
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Posted on February 19, 2010 by Pidgeoncoop
Quavering Made Them Crotchety By L. W. LOWER JINDABYNE, Sunday. Pity you weren’t at the dance last night. All the girls in this town have been mooning around with cast-iron hair-wavers all over them for days and days. I sang. The policeman who put me out told me that he was a great lover of [...]
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Posted on February 19, 2010 by Pidgeoncoop
In the 1930s, Lennie Lower was considered one of Australia’s foremost humorists. His novel, Here’s Luck was first published in 1930 and is considered a classic of Australian humour. It has been reprinted many times since and was illustrated by his good friend and colleague, Wep with the 1955 edition. Wep and Lower were [...]
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